[Ovelia is not certain that she understands the sentiment, but she nods to be polite. This royal seems nice enough, and she does not sense any ill will from him.]

O-of course. I am Ovelia, of the royal Atkaschas of Ivalice. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[At the least, the king's arrival has distracted Ovelia from her melancholy. There is confusion, but no tears, in her eyes.]

I am glad your people were saved as well. Have any awoken, or is it only you who watches over them?